It’s the way that the weather changes like emotions throughout the day,
from a strong downpour to the small glimpse of sun that gives her a personality.
A gentle gust of wind that could complement my hair and outfit,
or a brick wall that almost hurts to walk by.
A quiet force, yet a powerful one.
An indecisive one.
Spring is a teenage girl,
one going through too many emotions too fast.
The high pressures, the rise in mood, the drop in hope –
displacing.
Too much, too fast, too soon,
too little, too much, no balance,
no sun, no warmth, no kindness-
too rapidly changing.
In the coolness could emerge a storm; in warmth could emerge a life.
A caretaker, a protector, a thing to lift spirits –
she creates the new life that your heart could find tranquility in.
